Chapter 245 - Are You Planning To Run? (1/2)
Priest Tim steadied his breath as he entered the manor with the baskets of bread in hand. Wallace then signaled over a slave to take them from him. Suddenly, Priest Tim spoke up.
“Is Daisy around?”
“Why? Do you need her for something?”
Wallace raised an eyebrow, surprised that Priest Tim would specifically ask for Daisy.
“She asked a question about my last sermon, and I didn’t get to answer her right away. For the past two days, I’ve been praying for God to guide me. Now that He has finally graced with an answer, I must let her know.”
“You can tell me the answer. I will relay your message to her,” smiled the slave who was with Wallace.
“I’m sorry, but I think it would be more appropriate if I tell her personally. This is, after all, my job.”
Priest Tim stood his ground, insistent and adamant. The slave then turned around to look at Wallace for an answer, but he simply shrugged.
“It’s hard to say no to a priest. Call Daisy here.”
After that, Wallace turned to Priest Tim again.
“Priest Tim, are you feeling warm? This is the second time I see you wiping your sweat in five minutes.”
“Indeed. The weather is extra hot today.”
Priest Tim’s heart thumped violently in his chest when he heard Wallace’s remarks. Instinctively, he wanted to wipe off the sweat on his brow again, but quickly put down his trembling arm. Wallace noticed that something wasn’t right, but just as he was about to say something, Daisy arrived. Out of courtesy, Wallace stepped aside and allowed the vicar and slave to talk. Graciousness notwithstanding, he actually intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, and hence, lingered around the vicinity, hoping to pick up on something
Henceforth, Priest Tim spent a good five minutes explaining Daisy’s engaging question: who God would listen to first if the blacks and whites prayed together at the same time.
“Very impressive explanation, Priest Tim. I was wondering. Is there anything else that you need to do here?” asked Wallace right after the vicar was done talking.
Priest Tim shook his head and passed the baskets of bread to Daisy.
“Please help me distribute the bread to the rest of the children.”
“Allow me to send you off then,” said Wallace with a stare as he gestured at the door with his hand.
Once Priest Tim left the mansion, Wallace quickly talked to two of his supervisors.
“Fetch Daisy to the torture room. Give her a healthy dose of whipping. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“What about Priest Tim?”
“Leave him be. We shouldn’t mess with priests if there’s no solid evidence. It could get us into a lot of unnecessary trouble.”
At that, the two supervisors ran to Daisy’s room, grabbed her by her hair, and dragged the struggling girl of the room. Wallace then walked in and kicked the four baskets of bread, expecting to find something. Lo and behold, whatever was in the baskets, was indeed nothing but good ol’ bread. Wallace then stepped on all the loaves, crushing them to verify their contents. However, he found nothing within, as well.